Tristan und Isolde;Tristan and Isolda - Opera in Three Acts by Richard Wagner
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ISOLDA (_darkly_). My mother's rede I mind aright, and highly her magic arts I hold:-- Vengeance they wreak for wrongs, rest give to wounded spirits.-- Yon casket hither bear. BRANGÆNA. It holds a balm for thee.-- (_She brings forward a small golden coffer, opens it, and points to its contents_.) Thy mother placed inside it her subtle magic potions. There's salve for sickness or for wounds, and antidotes for deadly drugs.-- (_She takes a bottle_.) The helpfullest draught I hold in here. ISOLDA. Not so, I know a better. |
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